"And supposing she has?" Richard's generous nature asked. "Supposing she

did love this Frank once on a time well enough to marry him? She surely

was all over that love before she promised to be my wife, else she had

not promised; and so the only point where she is at fault was in

concealing from me the fact that she had loved another first. I was

honest with her. I told her of Abigail, and it was very hard to do it,

for I felt that the proud girl's spirit rebelled against such as Abigail

was years ago. It would have been so easy, then, for Ethelyn to have

confessed to me, if she had a confession to make; though how she could

ever care for such a jackanapes as that baboon of a Frank is more than I

can tell."

Richard was waxing warm against Frank Van Buren, whom he despised so

heartily that he put upon his shoulders all the blame concerning

Ethelyn, if blame there were. He would so like to think her innocent,

and he tried so hard to do it, that he succeeded in part, though

frequently as the days passed on, and he sat at his post in the House,

listening to some tiresome speech, or took his solitary walk toward

Arlington Heights, a pang of something like jealousy and dread that all

had not been open and fair between himself and his wife cut like a

knife through his heart, and almost stopped his breath. The short

session was wearing to a close, and he was glad of it, for he longed to

be home again with Ethelyn, even if he were doomed to meet the same

coldness which those terrible blanks had brought him. Anything was

preferable to the life he led, and though he grew pale as ashes and his

limbs quivered like a reed when, toward the latter part of February, he

received a telegram to come home at once, as Ethelyn was very sick, he

hailed the news as a message of deliverance, whereby he could escape

from hated Washington a few days sooner. He hardly knew when or how the

idea occurred to him that Aunt Barbara's presence would be more

acceptable in that house, where he guessed what had happened; but occur

to him it did; and Aunt Barbara, sitting by her winter fire and thinking

of Ethelyn, was startled terribly by the missive which bade her join

Richard Markham at Albany, on the morrow, and go with him to Iowa, where

Ethie lay so ill. A pilgrimage to Mecca would scarcely have looked more

formidable to the good woman than this sudden trip to Iowa; but where

her duty was concerned she did not hesitate, and when at noon of the

next day the New York train came up the river, the first thing Richard

saw as he walked rapidly toward the Central Depot at Albany was Aunt

Barbara's bonnet protruding from the car window and Aunt Barbara's hand

making frantic passes and gestures to attract his notice.




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